| Early morning cutting corners
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| Rolling up this marijuana
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| Stole it straight from California homie what do you got on it?
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| My cup holder filled with Tropicana
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| Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
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| In my hand like candid camera
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| Vibing to that Country Grammar
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| Pulling up to Grandma’s
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| I smell bacon, eggs thats scrambled
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| Hoppin out then ol' boy ran up
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| My dog grabbed the mc hammer
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| Make him dance
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| And watch him run up out their sandals,
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| But fuck all that, where’s my sandwich
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| Let’s blaze up and change the channels
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| Look on TV and I see me
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| With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
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| «Wild Boy» video on repeat
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| Only white boy on BET
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| EZ Widers + hydroponics
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| Roll one tall as Spike Lee
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| You ain’t never seen a muthafucka do it like me
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| Kells
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| Oz. |
| in my pocket, ducking the cops
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| Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
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| Oz. |
| in my pocket, ducking the cops
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| Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
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| Rolling out, smoking up
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| Cleveland boys don’t give a fuck
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| 1800 fill my cup
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| Being sober sucks
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| I’ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
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| Gotta call Big Chuck he the OG
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| And get a zone for the low cause I’m lil bro
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| Everybody on the Eastside know me
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| Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is
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| Whether I’m standing on Denison Ave or I’m in the Valley
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| I’m bringing a Grammy back to the city this is the anthem
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| Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancing
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| Kells
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| Used to ride the RTA
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| $ 1.50 every meter
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| Food wasn’t guaranteed I stole my meals out of Arabica
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| Speakers blasting my own shit
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| Bow tie on the jet on my grown shit
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| Court side at the game with the owner
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| And sell the same arena out when I’m homesick
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| God damn I’m a fool
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| Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
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| Couple hundred bitches in the pool
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| And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth
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| That’s why I get a couple hundred when I’m in the booth
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| Still I keep that
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| Oz. |
| in my pocket, ducking the cops
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| Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
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| Oz. |
| in my pocket, ducking the cops
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| Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
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| I come straight from the bottom
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| No hot water for showers
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| Stole a jacket from Target
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| Gotta go to court in two hours
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| I’m at Dub’s house on Way St.,
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| Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
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| Drove down Dove to see Casie
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| Let’s take it back where we started
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| When I had that
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| Oz. |
| in my pocket, ducking the cops
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| Came from the bottom now I get high at the top
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| Oz. |
| in my pocket, ducking the cops
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| Came from the bottom now I get high at the top |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oz., artist - Machine Gun Kelly. Album song General Admission, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп